I sat staring at the British singer who was holding my hand. How did we ever get this far? Him being a super trendy, carrot loving, very attractive, famous British-Irish boyband leader, and me being... Isabelle Jenkins. I have no idea what made him fall for me. But here's how it started...

I slipped on my grembiule as I approached the cashier. I worked at Don's tè Shack. The business did quite well doing winter, but spring and fall were also good seasons. The bright red grembiule kept slipping from my waist, so I asked my co-worker to help tie it. There are only three workers here: Me, Avery Williams, and Mark Castor. Our boss, Mr. Vega, rarely showed up until the late hours. I sighed and grabbed an order booklet and menus. A group of five boys my age walked in. I put on a smile as I approached the table. "Hello, my name is Isabelle and I'll be your waitress today." I say, handing each of them menus. "Hi Isabelle." says one of the boys. I smile. He looks the oldest. He is wearing a striped camicia and suspenders. "I'll give te a few minuti to decide what te want..." I say, my eyes widening as my voice cracks.

As I head away I hear, "Louis! te were checking that girl out!" My face grows red. "Shut up, Niall. te too, Liam and Zayn! And Harry... dibs." I bang my knee on the counter as I quickly slide behind it. Louis looked over at me as the rest of the boys talked and looked out the window. He smiled as we made eye contact. I smiled shyly and turned around, preparing another customer's drink. I carried a full tray: two cups of tea, a plateful of scones, ciliegia tarts, and a caramel-cinnamon glazed bun. "Here te go." I say cheerfully, gently sliding each dish to the person who ordered it. "What is wrong with you?" demands a man standing up. I bring the empty tray to my side. "What do te mean sir?" I ask him, a little shocked da his reaction. "I didn't order the ciliegia tarts! I ordered the pesca, peach tarts!" he bellows. The cafe falls silent and I'm aware of shifting gazes. I flip open my book and look at the order:

2 teas

Scones, plateful

Caramel-cinnamon glazed bun

ciliegia tarts

"I have that te ordered ciliegia tarts." I responded hoarsely, mostrare him the booklet. His eyes narrow and he rips the booklet out of my hand. "Well te made a mistake! I clearly ordered the pesca, peach tarts. te are an incompetent waiter! I want to speak to the manager." he raves. I stare at him. "The manager isn't here..." I mumbled. "Right. Now!" he yells, stepping towards me. "Excuse me sir." says a voice. I look and see the boy, Louis I believe his name is, step in front of me. "What?!" the angry man yells. His eyes widen. "Louis Tomlinson!" Louis smiles. Now my eyes widen. Louis Tomlinson... the leader of One Direction. "Sir, please calm down. Try a tart. They are delicious." He gently takes my order book from his hand and replaces it with a tart. "There te go. Enjoy!" he says, pulling me away from him.

"Thank you." I say, as he hands me my booklet. "That was amazing." Louis shrugs. "No big deal. He sits back down at his tavolo and asks, "Any questions?" I smirk. "Yeah, just one." Niall shoots me a funny look. "What?" Louis asks.

"Did te decide what te wanted?"